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and loved to put on the tan outfit that had impressed him as an eight-year-old boy when he saw his first Marine. He had all of his uniforms tailored to fit perfectly. He even had his green herringbone utility shirts and trousers tailored and leather heels with horseshoe cleats put on his spit-shined boots. He was a poster-perfect Marine. He had never needed civilian clothes until his buddies at the air station's barracks convinced him that he would get much further with the ladies if he wore his civvies.
     
    When Jo saw the slim, dark-eyed Marine with his jet black hair and clothes, she thought, "Oh my God! What on earth have I gotten myself into?" And when Hathcock swaggered across the bank's polished marble floor, the loud click of his heels added accent to Jo's first impression.
     
    "Hi! I'm Carlos Hathcock," he said with cocky bravado. He locked his dark hazel eyes on hers without blinking and smiled, showing his sparkling, straight teeth.
     
    Jo tried very hard to took beyond the bold clothing, and she noticed a very handsome young man who was slim and muscular, clean and clear-skinned. But his eyes seemed to dominate his entire presence-they pierced and flashed. It was a glance that overpowered Jo and left her blushing and turning her eyes toward the floor.
     
    "I'm Jo," she said. She had not felt so uncomfortable since her teen years. She suddenly felt very shy.
     
    As they walked down the street, she asked Hathcock, "Aren't you cold? I'm freezing! Where's your coat?"
     
    Hathcock's face turned bright red and Jo suddenly knew mat she had asked the wrong question. In a concerned tone she said, "I'm sorry."
     
    "Oh, that's all right," he answered, holding his head high. "I just got here from Hawaii and haven't bought a coat yet. I'm freezing loo."
     
    Jo suddenly moved very close to Hathcock as they walked, putting her arm around him, trying to share her warmth. "Let's hurry. I don't want you to freeze."
     
    A wide smile crossed his face.
     
    Pay came twice monthly for Hathcock-less than $50 each fifteenth and thirtieth. He had bought U.S. savings bonds since his first week in boot camp. He had also taken out an allotment of $20 per month from his pay, which went into his savings account. After slightly more than two years, he had amassed more than $500 cash, not counting his bonds. He had planned to buy a car when he made corporal. Meeting Jo caused him to alter those plans. He barely had enough to cover the monthly payments, but the $500 that he paid down on the Chevrolet Bel Aire kept the total cost within his range. Gunnery Sergeant Yeager lost his temper when he saw what die underpaid private first class had done. "Hathcock! Are you out of your mind, or do you come by that special brand of stupidity naturally? What are you going to do for spending money? After you pay for your haircuts and cleaning and men make your car payment and buy gas, you won't have a dime left to your name."
     
    "I eat in the chow hall. I sleep in the barracks. That's all free. And haircuts cost a quarter, and I spend five dollars a month on cleaning. I won't have any problem making the payment," Hatncock retorted.
     
    Hatncock spent the summer dating Jo and not spending more than $5 a week doing it. But for Jo, that didn't matter. She had come to know and love this gentle young man. He had a boyish nature, full of ideals and dreams. He made her feel very comfortable. By August she had fallen deeply in love with Carles, and he in love with her. Their relationship had gone for nearly nine months, and Hathcock made no overtures beyond their frequent dating. Jo felt it was up to her to make the next move-he certainly was not doing it.
     
    "You and I have to stop seeing each other," she told Hathcock as they drove away from the bank on a warm August evening. "We have no future like this. I don't want to go on just seeing a movie on Friday nights and riding in the country on Saturdays and Sundays. I want more. I'm a woman, not a little